A little bit of warning with this entry -- there's a heavy mention of head trauma and gore as a result. If blood makes you squicky, you might wanna steer clear.

Ten days isn’t all that long, you tell yourself. Just a week and a half, no more, no less. Yes, it’s the longest the two of you have ever spent in each other’s spaces, but --

( Ten days out of a nearly five-year friendship still isn't much... )

So I was heavily inspired by the above Idol topic for this piece -- and even intended to use it, if I got back into the main game. But I didn't, and the piece is now finished.

Dedicated to n3m3sis43 because Devin bb is my favorite and that's why I torment him the most. Combining our trilogies was perhaps the best decision we've made together as friends ( Read more... )

Li stood at the threshold of his home, his long, thin nose wrinkling at the scent of iron filling the air. His heart thumped erratically against his ribs, his mouth going dry at the eerie stillness of the living room. Toys were scattered all over the floor, blocks lined in a row, just like Timmy would have done, except --

( Except it was past bedtime, and the toys were still /out/. )

Welp, I'm writing bits of GM out of order again, and well -- I wrote this for writerverse, for their Big Bang challenge. It's really a collection of three chapters, right before Savin and Jazz split. Sarah said it was really good (???), so I figured I'd share it here. =p Since, y'know, it's been a while, anyway.Savin glanced around the small apartment and ( Read more... )

A short story I wrote for writerverse's Table of Doom challenge. The prompt? Waking Dreams. Has a bit of a horror story feel and it was required to do it in second person POV. I'm kinda proud of it.

Your eyes snap open, the dark expanse of the ceiling above you reminding you that you are, in fact, in your room.

( Despite the familiarity of the ceiling, you can't turn your head. )

Okay, I don't know what's possessed me today, but I've written about 4k, have finished this chapter below, am about to finish a second, and will likely start on a third chapter before I go to bed and then later go to work. I'm ahead now on the NaNoWriMo goals, but I'm sure the next few days (I work the next 3 at least, in a row) are going to have ( Read more... )

Since it's October, now, I'm giving myself a break to edit pieces to pitch/sell on amazon and to work on non-srs things before diving into NaNoWriMo with an entirely brand new project. If you're reading this particular Tomorrow Trilogy fanfic for the first time, the previous chapters can be found here:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6The next morning, I’m ( Read more... )

This is apparently the only way I can write, for now. I'm so sorry, flist. There's a lot of these. 1400 words worth of bits and pieces... Enjoy.

Title: Bad Dreams
Your Song: Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Word Count: 248
Rating: R
Fandom or Original: Original (Stellar)
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Violence -- blood & gore, ( Read more... )

I’ve been waiting for this day for months.

( I twirl the scalpel in my fingers, reveling in the way the light of my basement reflects off the smooth metal. )

This is a sequel of sorts to Say Please. Oops. Warning for Savin's knife and blood play kinks.

Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.

( 'Dude, I think it's from Emperor Bates,' Wes whispered, his eyes huge. )